"Xue Zhen......! What did you do to Cheng Liu?" Xian Zuimeng's voice came out again, and his tone became unusually deep.

At this moment, Xian Drunk Meng, when he spoke, his figure flashed to Lu Chengliu's side, and his mind and eyes carefully looked at the body of Lu Chengliu in front of him who twitched from time to time, but Xian Drunk Dream couldn't see anything, and he couldn't feel anything, which was very difficult.

"Xian senior, you are a senior of the Golden Immortal, Xue is a junior immortal boy of a certain level, what tricks can you make in front of you?" Xue Zhen asked in a cold voice.

Before this question, Xue Zhen still had such a scruple, but after asking the question, Xue Zhen felt that this golden immortal was really a little cowardly, as a golden immortal, in the face of a group of subordinates, he connived again and again, not only forced himself to a dead end, but also made others have no way out, Xue Zhen had no choice but to do it.

As for the current situation of this man in green shirt, Lu Chengliu, it is a method that Xue Zhen embedded in the Jinqing liquor liquor earlier, and he is ecstatic and frightening. This trick can usually last for a few hours to a few days, and then it will disappear with the monk's cultivation into a little mana of the monk's own mana, and once the trick is activated, it will also disappear without a trace. At that moment, Xue Zhen's disappointment in Xian Drunken Dream and his resentment towards Lu Chengliu had reached the freezing point, and finally, as a last resort, he secretly stimulated the magic trick and reached the ultimate state.

This kind of ecstasy is from the hands of a powerful person, not only is it very difficult to be found when it is hidden, but it can also be triggered according to the severity of the situation, originally Xue Zhen just wanted him to reach a state of drunkenness, but in the end, Xue Zhen, who was angry in his heart, stimulated that extreme state, so there was a situation of ten thousand maggots attacking the body, Lu Chengliu fainted in pain, and even the yuan baby in his body could not make the most effective response.

However, at this time, the white-shirted monk Xian Drunken Dream squatted next to Lu Chengliu's body, looking at Xue Zhen in shock and anger, and at the same time, in an instant, a few faint ink-colored hairsprings flashed around Xian Drunken Meng, and a figure flashed out at the same time.

Then, a loud laugh came out, and this figure, this figure of a man dressed in gray and wearing a purple robe flashed out inexplicably, which surprised everyone in the hall.

"Teleport?"

I don't know who suddenly came out with such a sentence, and someone answered it in an instant.

"Immortal Monarch?"

Almost at the same time, the white-robed monk Xian Zuimeng, who was squatting on the ground, had already stood up, bowed to the purple-robed man in front of him, and said:

"Xian drunk dream to meet Ling Xinyu's senior!"

Seeing this, the other people naturally did not dare to slack off, and made a junior salute to such a purple-robed man who appeared in such a teleportation, Xue Zhen was of course among them, he never expected that at this time, there would be an immortal monarch senior, thinking secretly, but he knew that no matter how he calculated, he couldn't calculate what was about to happen, so he had to let the situation continue to develop.

Such a purple-robed man who was called Ling Xinyu by Xian Drunken Dream had a more easy-going appearance and a smiling face, and when he saw everyone saluting, he did not refuse, but gently shook his sleeve robe after receiving the salute, and everyone straightened their waists again.

At this moment, the purple-robed man Ling Xinyu glanced at Lu Chengliu underground, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Lu Chengliu's body as if he had found something meaningful, and raised his arm without looking at it, and suddenly stretched out his hand in a certain direction, and the golden green liquor bottle placed in the upper seat had already flown to Ling Xinyu's palm.

At this time, Xian Zuimeng had already left Lu Chengliu on the ground, glanced up at Ling Xinyu slightly, and said:

"Senior Ling! The incident of that strange beast has been resolved, and I have also notified the Xianmen, and I hope that Senior Ling can understand one or two!"

"It's okay!" said Ling Xinyu, a purple-robed man.

At this moment, hearing that Ling Xinyu's voice was relatively flat, Xian Zuimeng calmed down a little, but he saw Ling Xinyu grab Xue Zhen's Jinqing liquor bottle in his hand, and sniffed it twice, Xian Zuimeng, who took half a step forward, was about to speak, but Ling Xinyu had already glanced at Xian Zuimeng and suppressed Xian Zuimeng's words. Xian Zuimeng had to stand aside and wait carefully.

However, in the next moment, the actions of this immortal monarch, the purple-robed man Ling Xinyu, really frightened Xian Zuimeng, Xue Zhenzhi couldn't help but look embarrassed, and the others also showed a slight surprise.

I saw Ling Xinyu throw the golden green brewing bottle into the air, and the remaining half of the golden green brew, nearly half of which trickled down, fell silently, and was swallowed by Ling Xinyu, and he was so frightened that he stared at Ling Xinyu in a round eye, but he still didn't dare to disturb Ling Xinyu in front of him, but the afterglow in his eyes had already noticed Xue Zhen not far away.

And Xue Zhen also set his eyes on Xian Zuimeng's body, looking at each other, but there was no communication at all, at this moment, Ling Xinyu had already swallowed half a bottle of Jinqing Brew, this amount, but it was much more than the amount of all of them drinking.

Under the attention of everyone, Ling Xinyu just closed his eyes slightly, looking like he was fine, and then showed a comfortable feeling, and his smile also lit up.

"Drunken dreams! Who is this wine from?"

Hearing this, Xian Zuimeng didn't sense any displeasure in Ling Xinyu's words, and immediately pointed at Xue Zhen next to him with his eyes, and said:

"Senior Ling! This wine is called Jin Qing Brew! It is the wine brewed by this Xue Zhen Daoyou!"

Hearing the introduction of Xian Zui Meng, Ling Xinyu moved his gaze to Xue Zhen, and glanced at Xue Zhen up and down, although Xue Zhen maintained that indifference on his face at the moment, but his heart was full of flirtatation, obviously he didn't know what Ling Xinyu thought, but he guessed that it should be in a good direction.

"You made this wine?" Ling Xinyu asked.

"That's right! Jin Qingjiu is from Xue's hand!" Xue Zhen admitted stubbornly.

"Can you tell me how you refine it?" Ling Xinyu asked again.

Hearing this, a bitterness flashed in Xue Zhen's heart, he knew that the change of this wine recipe should not be able to hide it from the immortal monarch Ling Xinyu, he was hesitating, but at this time, Ling Xinyu saw Xue Zhen's troubled look, and in an instant, he raised a simple forbidden circle, and everyone outside could still see the vague figure of Ling Xinyu and Xue Zhen inside, but they couldn't hear any conversation between the two.